(Verse 1)
How do I cope with shame?
As if it came from somewhere else.
As if it happened to me.
As if I were its victim.
But shame is a house I built
brick by careful brick.
And how do you escape a house
you never walked through?
(Pre-Chorus)
You want relief.
You want to rise.
But to leave the house
you have to enter it.
Walk the rooms.
Feel the air.
Let your trembling hands
touch the walls.
(HOOK)
In every hook there’s an opening.
In every loop there’s a way through.
Where it begins, it will loosen.
Where it tightens, it moves.
In every hook there’s an opening.
In every loop there’s a way through.
(Verse 2)
You must walk the rooms.
And you will see
it’s guarded.
Shame is rarely alone.
Shame hooks you.
Sets its barbs in your tender places.
Anger protects you.
Stands at the door with a flaming sword.
Denial numbs you.
Draws the curtains. Softens the edges.
Control steadies you.
Builds railings so you don’t fall apart.
Judgment justifies you.
Writes the story where you are still good.
Around and around it goes.
Architecture of survival.
(Mini Loop)
Hook and loop.
Hook and loop.
Hook and loop.
Shame hooks.
Anger shields.
Control steadies.
Hook and loop.
(Verse 3)
You don’t crush it.
You don’t climb out.
You don’t pretend you’re beyond it.
You enter it.
Not to drown
but to feel it.
And inside it
if you are still
there’s a current.
(Pre-Chorus 2)
Shame says: hide.
Truth says: look.
Shame says: you’re separate.
Truth says: you’re held.
Shame is just identification with unworthiness.
Nothing else.
(HOOK)
In every hook there’s an opening.
In every loop there’s a way through.
Where it begins, it will loosen.
Where it tightens, it moves.
In every hook there’s an opening.
In every loop there’s a way through.
(Bridge)
You don’t rise above shame.
You align inside it.
Desire truth.
See truth.
Be truth.
Not purity.
Not perfection.
Just presence.
Feel your feet on the ground.
Feel the breath in your chest.
This was built to survive.
And survival is not a failure.
The hands that built the prison
were trying to protect you.
(Hook)
In every hook there’s an opening.
In every loop there’s a way through.
Where it ends, you remember.
It was always moving you.
In every hook there’s an opening.
In every loop there’s a way through.
(Outro)
The hooks loosen.
The loops widen.
The house becomes a doorway.
You stop coping.
You start witnessing.
And what felt like a prison
Opens into your true home.
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